Author Archives: I Am Naagaraa

Is there a way out?

“Is there a way out?”
“Is there a way out?”

Everywhere I turn
walls stand
blocking.

“Bulldoze one
and make your way out.”

“But aren’t there any softer options?”

“Then you’re in love
with the walls
and
there’s no way out
as long as you’re in love.”

“You’re crazy.
Can’t I work out a compromise
with the walls?
I mean, a big window
on each of the walls
and
a door too
if one of them agrees.”

“Of course
you can
and
go out and come in
as a sane corpse.”

The ‘Poetry’ Business

I want my poem
to be like a crisp currency note
that doesn’t lose value
though soiled by passage of time
paper money
always backed by golden meaning
never eroded by amnesiac inflation
money
that can buy “YOU”.
“YOU”
the value
dearest
ultimate
nothing else can buy
none else can afford to.
I buy “YOU”
and gift back to “YOU”
“YOU”
the value
dearest
ultimate.
I shall buy again
again and again
every moment
money of higher denomination
every moment
“YOU” of higher dimension
“YOU”
the value
dearest
ultimate
nothing else can buy
none else can afford to.